Irredeemable my Foot

A tv show in the style of The Office and Parks and Rec, but it follows a small town high school marching band

A friend and I came up with a vague concept of it at lunch, but hear me out

-the band director is this disgruntled middle aged dude who just wants to win one season -he pretty much hates his job and is planning to quit, but he’s determined to outlast the drama teacher -his worst rival is the drama teacher. It’s so bad that the band kids and the theater kids won’t even look at each other

-the siblings, Jack and Lyse -Jack is a junior (saxophone player) -he low key secretly wants to play the Clarinet -he’s the saxophone section leader and Can’t Fucking Handle It™ -and he’s so mad because he worked so hard for it, but the people in his section just suck -he would totally try to act like everything is fine, though -“being section leader … It’s great. I love what I do.” *later* “I swear to God if one more freshmen runs into me while marching I’ll put old reeds in their marching shoes.” -Lyse is a sophomore -she was supposed to be a saxophone player like her brother, but she got voluntold to play mellophone because there weren’t enough of them -she doesn’t really care, though, because she just wants to make it through without being noticed -but halfway through the marching season we discover that she actually really wants to be a theater kid -because she’s just trying to survive high school, she kind of gets run over a lot, but she’s secretly really salty and will stand up for herself if you push her enough -“I was best friends with Evan (president of the drama club) until freshmen year when I found out that he was the snake putting hot sauce in my mouth piece. And what better way to get back at snakes then by putting snakes in their back pack? … Jack says that sometimes I over react, and I’m starting to think that maybe he’s right.”

-the percussionists are pretty much elusive emo kids in a weird “inner circle” type thing with favoritism amongst drum majors -except for one named Brent -he’s real name is not Brent, but at this point everybody is to afraid to ask what it actually is or why he’s called Brent -the first time we meet him he blows vape juice in a freshmans face -the freshmen kind of worship him, and can often be seen fanning him and doing his bidding for no reason -he carpools with people and tells who ever is in the back seat that they’re “sitting in his children” -hardly ever even shows up -“I’m a senior, so I just kind of come and go. I’m only staying for them” *looks out at the freshmen all standing to the side staring at him*

-the freshmen do not speak -they can be seen running around doing weird things, but they never talk -one of the running jokes is that one of them will get a talking head, but when they open their mouth to speak they get cut off by an upperclassmen

-the other running joke is that every time someone in color guard hits someone or an instrument, Bret just throws his snare drum (or nearest instrument) at them -several freshmen have been thrown -every time it happens the band director stares into the camera and makes a tally mark on his clipboard -the clipboard is pretty much just tally marks and a note with a reminder to die

Feel free to add stuff! Make your own characters!

(It’ll be called Band Kids, by the way)

I always find it kind of weird that matriarchal cultures in fiction are always “women fight and hunt, men stay home and care for the babies” because world-building-wise, it makes no sense

think about it. like, assuming that gender even works the same in this fantasy culture as it does in ours, with gender conflated with sex (because let’s be real, all of these stories assume that), men wouldn’t be the ones to make the babies, so why would they be the ones to care for the babies? why is fighting and hunting necessary for leadership?

writing a matriarchy this way is just lazy, because you’re just taking the patriarchy and just swapping the people in it, rather than actually swapping the culture. especially when there are so many other cool things you could explore. like, what if it’s not a swap of roles but of what society deems important?

maybe a matriarchy would have hunting and fighting be part of the man’s job, but undervalued. like taking the trash out or cleaning toilets: necessary, but gross, and not noble or interesting. maybe farming is now the most important thing, and is given a lot of spiritual and cultural weight.

how would law work? what crimes would exist, and what things would be considered too trivial to make illegal? who gets what property? why?

how would religion work? how would you mark time or the passage into adulthood? what would marriage look like? if bloodlines are through the mother, bastardy wouldn’t even be a concept - how does that work?

what qualities would be most important in a person? how would you define strength or leadership? what knowledge would be the most coveted and protected? what acts or roles are considered useless or degrading?

like, you can’t just take our current society and say you’re turning it on its head when you’re just regurgitating it wholesale. you have to really think about why things are the way they are and change that. 

number five meets nico di angelo???

this is sOoo random but i wanna know what would happen if number five meets nico di angelo since they have plenty of things in common

they’d be like “so HOW OLD are you???”

nico: “what, you’re like, 13,”

five: “boy, i’m 58 years old. besides, you’re like 14, so shut the fuck up.”

nico: “??? i’m fucking 84 years old please DO NOT talk to your elder like that.”

then they discover that they have a thing in common: both can travel to anywhere they like in a blink of an eye

five: “shadow travel?? i have no idea how does that work but the shit looks dope.”

nico: “dope?? DOPE?? my ass. it’s SO tiring and not as cool as you, though. you can time travel to the future.”

five: “yeah, but foreseen the future is shit.”

father issues

five: “i went missing for 17 years and my father hung a picture of me. i think that’s cute but however, he’s still a jerk.”

nico: “my father… oh. he prepared a place for me in his palace in underworld in case i didn’t make it out alive in the war. that’s sweet, but did he just expect me to die??”

another thing that they have in common: they worked for the wrong people?? idk, kind of

five: “so i worked for this lady named the handler. she sucks.”

nico: “oh worm?? i worked for king minos. he’s an ass, by the way.”

and talking some random things

five: “i was all alone in the future. i have no one. luckily dolores was there. well- she’s a mannequin, and i love her.”

nico:

nico: “im gay.”

additional:

klaus: “OH LOOK!! our little munchkin pumpkin gremlin number five is making friends!!!”

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The Outlaws Helps out JL

I just think

It’d be really neat if Danny looked more like Martha Wayne than Thomas Wayne.

LIKE

I love the Danny Fenton looks like Thomas Wayne or Danny Fenton is Thomas Wayne reincarnated — but the BEAUTY of Martha??

Of Alfred interacting for under five minutes with Danny, dabbing his eyes and going, “That is indeed Martha,” I WANT IT. I want Martha who was spunky and sassy and wanted to do good for her town the same way Danny wants to do good for Amity Park.

I want Martha who loved to take Bruce and the family out to star gaze because her baby had never seen the stars before, and the way his eyes light up like a mini galaxy takes her breathe away the same way that Danny feels when he turns his head up to the sky yearning for something he knew loved but doesn’t know what.

I want Martha who would literally find trouble in a paper bag because she can’t help her curiosity the same way Danny can’t help tripping over his own ghostly tail and making a mess of things before he figures things out.

I want Martha who would fight men who thought they held power, going absolutely feral from stress the same way Danny does when he’s tired of not being able to do his homework or pick up a vacuum against the wall to clean because ghosts.

I want Martha who loved the pearl necklace that Bruce had picked out for her birthday, and Danny reaches towards his neck and startles when his fingers only touch skin when he is certain there was something supposed to be there. I want Danny whose eyes linger on whites and pearls when he passes by open window stores in the mall, fingers itching to flick a nail against the smooth surfaces.

I want Martha who died bleeding underneath the hand of a gun, hoping to everything above that her boy would be safe, and Danny whose body burns at merely looking at the makeshift guns his parents create in the lab, his heart pounding desperately with a yearning to save there was someone she wanted to save the ghosts.

“So, I know the two of you have been waiting for me to choose a best man,” Harry said. “Not really,” Hermione replied. “We know perfectly well it’s Ron.” “I will throw a fit if it’s not me,” Ron admitted. “Well, actually,” Harry started. (“Oh my god, he’s going to choose Neville. Hold me, Hermione,” Ron said.) “I was thinking…I want the both of you.” Ron grinned, then stopped, “Wait.”

“Me, too?” Hermione said with a tremble. 

“It should be the people who mean the most to the groom.” Harry murmured.  “There is no choosing between the two of you.” Harry hugged Hermione when she started to cry. “Also, I thought it’d be better to call you guys the ‘groom’s crew’? This men only thing sucks.” “That’s awful,” Ron grinned. “Malfoy’s okay with this?” Right on cue, the door burst open and Draco sauntered in, arms raised. He was followed by Pansy and Blaise. “Behold,” Draco sang. “My ‘groom’s bitches.’” “I hate weddings,” Blaise said.

i’ve been doing my homework on how to break into a writing career and honestly. there’s a Lot that i didn’t know about thats critical to a writing career in this day and age, and on the one hand, its understandable because we’re experiencing a massive cultural shift, but on the other hand, writers who do not have formal training in school or don’t have the connections to learn more via social osmosis end up extremely out of loop and working at a disadvantage. 

Teach children that this is not ok

my personal curse is the knowledge that I function best with rigid structure and strict routine but am almost totally incapable of independently establishing or maintaining that structure and routine